Anchors Up#TellTaleThursday

Champak looked furtively at the anchor tattooed on the inside of his index finger.

Every time he looked at it, he felt a warm cosy feeling in his heart.

And now he held a love letter! From Hilda! He kissed the envelope.

He hastily tore it open.

Out fell the picture of him and Hilda holding hands to commemorate that memorable day when the two of them had strolled along the beach while the Mehta family were lunching at the beach shack.

It seemed providential, he thought, that the family decided to drive down to Goa rather than fly down with the children and Hilda ( their nanny). He turned over the picture and his face turned pale as he read

Dear Champak,

Sorry, you cannot be the anchor in my life anymore. My husband is ill and I cannot leave him now. Love you forever Hilda

Champak sighed. A tear fell down as he looked at his hand. Obviously, their love wasn’t as permanent as the tattoo.

Who am I?

A granny who always sees the humour in life and tries to do things differently. When others make cupcakes, this granny makes banana fritters.
When she’s not busy chasing her grandchildren who love making her run around, she indulges in her passions of reading, writing, meeting friends and watching movies. And somewhere between all this she enjoys travelling and cooking!